“I don’t know what we are, Dana.”
“Is that your version of the facts or Sean’s?”
Michelle scowled. “Look, I know you’ve been shot and everything, but this isn’t really your business, is it?”
“Did Sean tell you why we split up?”
“No, not really.”
“Entirely my fault.”
“Being married to a Secret Service agent isn’t easy.”
“I cheated on him. Multiple times. I’ll never, ever forget the look on his face when he found out. I know he felt so betrayed.”
Michelle eased back in her chair. “We don’t really have to go into this.”
“If you love him, Michelle, make it easy on yourself and just tell him. I saw how he is around you. I know him. I know what he’s feeling for you.”
“You just saw us together the one time and it wasn’t for long.”
“I didn’t need long.”
Michelle looked down and rubbed a hand through her long hair. “Thanks for the advice.”
“But you won’t take it?”
“I can’t make promises, sorry. But you delivered the message really well.”
Michelle’s phone buzzed. She slipped it out, hoping it was Sean.
It wasn’t.
The name on the caller ID would have gotten anyone’s attention.
It was the White House.
CHAPTER
74
SEAN WAS SITTING ACROSS FROM Sam Wingo. They were in Sean’s car staking out Jenkins’s house.
“What good will this do?” asked Wingo.
“Three-quarters of what PIs do comes to zip. But you have to go through that to get to the other twenty-five percent that actually will result in something. Same sort of deal at the Secret Serv
ice. Ninety percent tedium, ten percent bedlam.”
“Well, I don’t see this resulting in anything more than a waste of time.”
“Are you telling me that when you were soldiering, you didn’t have to show patience?”
Wingo sighed and shook his head. “Actually, it was ninety-nine percent tedium and one percent chaos.” He looked at Sean. “Sorry, guess my nerves are just running away with me.”
Sean patted him on the shoulder. “Your son is safe for now. We bought some time. If we can just—”
Sean broke off when his phone buzzed. He looked at the screen.